I thought for a long time on the mountain about whether there was love or hate between us, until one day, when the winter snow fell in the fourteenth year, I met him again in the tavern. We did not draw swords at each other, nor did we sit together and talk about the stories of these years.
Speechless.
He ordered someone to bring a pot of warm wine. I poured it in but didn't drink it until the wine slowly became cold, just like the weather outside. I remembered that a long time ago, I didn't care about warmth or cold. This is actually a good thing. A person who doesn't care about warmth or cold is invincible. But what's the point of saying this? From the beginning, we all lost...
I walked out with Nian Jue, and the sky was filled with snow.
The wine is cold, the love is hard to break, the request is unrequited, and the snow is long.